My wolf was a cute guy and he was holding my hand. I could die happy.
I have a certain avoidance of reality that makes fantasy an ideal choice for me.
Counter Girl (in candy shop): You two are cute. Seriously. How long have you been going out? Sam: Six years.
You're getting your weird all over me.
Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream
Oh! Your hand is cold." Ashley cupped her fingers against her shirt to warm them. "I've been dead for seven years," Noah said. "That's as warm as they get.